Water flows to soften, even the firmest sediment
Dip a cup into the river, so my seeds can germinate
What's worse? Holding out or hoping late
I think I need some moments to chill and respirate
Coping with these shifts, nothing substitutes their space
So now more than ever I will need my own place
To figure out reflections like the surface of a lake
The heart beat decreases 'cause it's longing as of late
Nothing but sweet time until I'm granted clearence
And I dine on the wine made from fruits of the spirit
I've been taking in account all the faces that are serious
For the world is a pearl that's been tarnished in appearence
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